Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.